So fun story...evidently the weariness and the achy wrists were not, in fact, simply a lack of sleep thing. No, they were the precursors to a cold that hit with such violence that I spent an entire day just trying to convince myself that I wasn't dying. I made it through that day, and am now (hopefully) on the mend...but juggling family time and writing was hard enough before I got sick. Now it's just ridiculous!
Anyway, managed to squeeze out 743 words today. Really, really slow going at first, but after 400 words or so I hit a rhythm, and was able to jot down Pilot's betrayal. I may expand this section at a later time...but then again, maybe not. For once I actually like the way it turned out! The pacing is good--pretty fast, but still allowing time for Mer (and the reader) to work out that Pilot's not coming back. The language was fun, too: I went with short, choppy sentences and really played with light/darkness. It may actually be TERRIBLE, but I'm pretty happy with this section (at least for now. When I start my editing, however, nothing shall be safe).
Anyway, that's enough self-aggrandizement for one evening. Even though I did nothing it was a long day, and this stupid cold makes me feel like I haven't slept in a month. I'm gonna go brush my teeth, take my sudafed, and try to sleep that I may live to write another day. Good night you princes of Maine, you kings of New England!
Working Title: Bryn & Mer: Traditor
Word Count: 136,490
Writing Mode: Plague-ridden
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